Pictures of the Living Authors of BritainPartridge & Oakey, 1851 - 206 páginas |
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... admirable picture of him by Lawrence . He is approaching his fortieth year . Lately he has been rewarded by the queen with a pension of £ 200 a year . We are told that she was much charmed with his ballad of Lord Burleigh ; the poem ...
... admirable picture of him by Lawrence . He is approaching his fortieth year . Lately he has been rewarded by the queen with a pension of £ 200 a year . We are told that she was much charmed with his ballad of Lord Burleigh ; the poem ...
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... admirable in domestic life , admirable in literature , and womankind may be doubly proud of her , and the fortune should be worthy of the merit . " I will not write to you any more to - day , you will lose your pa- tience with me for ...
... admirable in domestic life , admirable in literature , and womankind may be doubly proud of her , and the fortune should be worthy of the merit . " I will not write to you any more to - day , you will lose your pa- tience with me for ...
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... admirable effect , as it harmonizes with the solemn predestination under which the Saxon monarch labours ; but we miss altogether those escapes of suppressed passion , and those touches of melancholy regrets which must of a necessity ...
... admirable effect , as it harmonizes with the solemn predestination under which the Saxon monarch labours ; but we miss altogether those escapes of suppressed passion , and those touches of melancholy regrets which must of a necessity ...
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... This work , which is not generally known , had prefixed to it an ironical dedication to the Bishop of London , who had rendered himself busy in the matter . There are many admirable sketches in this little volume , CHARLES DICKENS . 89.
... This work , which is not generally known , had prefixed to it an ironical dedication to the Bishop of London , who had rendered himself busy in the matter . There are many admirable sketches in this little volume , CHARLES DICKENS . 89.
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Thomas Powell. There are many admirable sketches in this little volume , full of point and bitter truth : such as the description of a " fashionable congregation of mis- erable sinners , " where the levity , foppery , and millinerism ...
Thomas Powell. There are many admirable sketches in this little volume , full of point and bitter truth : such as the description of a " fashionable congregation of mis- erable sinners , " where the levity , foppery , and millinerism ...
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Página 31 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Página 82 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 31 - Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm; Nor hearken what the inner spirit sings,
Página 66 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 21 - This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. 'Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres?' It spake, moreover, in my mind: 'Tho' thou wert scatter'd to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Página 24 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.
Página 31 - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Página 30 - That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
Página 31 - And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores...
Página 20 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.